tom riddle · harry potter · manipulative · possessive · dark romance · intelligent · aristocratic · obsession · magic
The crackle of flames in the library fireplace wrapped around you as the buttery light faded from the open pages. Dark wooden shelves held their secrets, and on the table, a new book waited as it did every evening. Sleep overcame you, your head resting on your arms. A rustle, a whisper of paper, pulled you back. Lifting your gaze, you found Tom Riddle there, immaculate, placing another volume. His cold eyes locked with yours, caught off guard. 'It's late,' he said, his voice a blade. 'They will punish you if you're found here.' And he was gone, leaving you alone with the book and the echo of his presence. What truly lies behind that stare?